That is, hot ice and wondrous strange snow."
A Midsummer Nights Dream
Rose's pleasure, and Brigid's treasure, which is, of course, frogs.
No yoga and only 13 miles last week, sucked but lotsa kettlebells.
Wednesday, five miles in the am and 20 minutes of swings with Cinco before Brigid's basketball game where she scored five and put on a defensive clinic in a losing effort.
Thursday, three miles, forget the rest, emails coming in and gotta keep it going.
Friday, early morning circuit training like this:
15 hindu pushups
20 box squats, body weight, then 10 squat to press, 2 16kg
3,2,2, c & p 24kg, last 2 32kg push-press TRX split squats
3x
25 24kg swings
15 TRX rows, Y, W
30 second TRX mountain climbers
10+10 TRX woodchoppers
3x
Easy on the bells cause four hour clinic saturday. JH and her wild haired client, stop to say: "it makes us very happy to see you in here all this time swinging kettlebells." Yeah, it makes me happy too, and thanks for sayin' so, makes a middle aged man feel good.
Saturday, four hour GS clinic with JWB for Haitian relief. He is a good man, got me close on the jerks, but reaffirmed the preference for hard-style. Its simple; hard and explosive. Feels right.
Home by 5, Brigid is still in her pj's looking bored. "Can we go on a hike ?" as I am eyeing the sofa. "Gonna be dark on the way down" "Good !" So off we go, muddy as hell but Rose is going ape shit and we are talking about how beautiful it is, why did I even think twice.
Up this am, made a date to go again before the Costco run and Ian's play, head to Hidden Lake to listen to the voices of about two thousand frogs, so loud it pierces the skull.
But its dumping, and we are not prepared for that long a walk in the pouring rain and so are content with seventy minutes on the two trough loop.
Ian's play, those kids having so much fun.
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